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Who: Jack/Tyler and Nellie Lovett
Where: Nellie Lovett's room.
When: After getting this invitation.
Jack headed up the stairs towards Mrs Lovett's room. He was mainly going to be polite; hell, maybe the tea would help. But his mind was totally occupied by the promise of a fight. He'd been finding it harder and harder to get to sleep. Tyler had been talking more. His muscles had been perpetually tense. Dino was a boxer; it would be a good one, and he desperately needed a few rounds. He needed the echoing slap of fists on flesh, the freeing ache of bruises...
Jack was really, really not paying attention as he knocked on the door of Room 11, calling out, "Mrs Lovett? It's Jack."
Where: Nellie Lovett's room.
When: After getting this invitation.
Jack headed up the stairs towards Mrs Lovett's room. He was mainly going to be polite; hell, maybe the tea would help. But his mind was totally occupied by the promise of a fight. He'd been finding it harder and harder to get to sleep. Tyler had been talking more. His muscles had been perpetually tense. Dino was a boxer; it would be a good one, and he desperately needed a few rounds. He needed the echoing slap of fists on flesh, the freeing ache of bruises...
Jack was really, really not paying attention as he knocked on the door of Room 11, calling out, "Mrs Lovett? It's Jack."